[This letter, written in Rubean by an unknown hand in an unrecognizable script, was discovered in the library by Wesley, left where he'd find it. On the outside of the envelope was written Zoya, the contents sealed by plain, unadorned candle wax. The letter inside was short.]
Does the dragon bask in the sunlight or hide within the shadows? Declare, zmei.
[The letter was unsigned and no means for reply were given. Ianthe wanted to see what Zoya would do, given that she'd written that last word in Ravkan. She'd been slowly learning the language since November.]
[ Perhaps if Wesley weren't the one to hand her the letter, she'd have thrown it out. There are a few people she considers having authored it, but she knows it's none of them. For one, she knows their handwriting.
A few days later, she entertains a reply and leaves it in the library herself. No point in asking Wesley to do it—it means she has no reason to see him. ]
The dragon glides within the freedom of the skies, and even entertains wetting her talons skimming along the surface of the True Sea.
If you want to know something, stop beating around the bush. They tend to burn to ash when dragons are toyed with.
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Does the dragon bask in the sunlight or hide within the shadows? Declare, zmei.
[The letter was unsigned and no means for reply were given. Ianthe wanted to see what Zoya would do, given that she'd written that last word in Ravkan. She'd been slowly learning the language since November.]
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A few days later, she entertains a reply and leaves it in the library herself. No point in asking Wesley to do it—it means she has no reason to see him. ]